Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 233. Sword Forging Valley: Shi Feiyang's Divine Skill Slays Ten Thousand Enemies
In Sword Forging Valley, the eerie mist, like a thick layer of ink, surged and spread wildly, enveloping the entire valley completely.

In the dim light, the surrounding rocks resembled ferocious beasts, baring their fangs and claws.

The atmosphere in the valley was so heavy it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it; every breath of air was compressed by an invisible force, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Shi Feiyang stood alone, facing the Jinyiwei guards who surged towards him like a tidal wave.

These Imperial Guards had stern faces, and the Embroidered Spring Blades in their hands gleamed with a cold light in the dim valley. They were densely packed and layered, like a forest of gleaming blades, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Shi Feiyang's expression was cold and stern, his eyes like cold stars in a cold night, shining with a resolute and fearless light.

He gripped the Frostblade in his hand. The blade, as if imbued with spirit, sensed its master's surging fighting spirit, trembled slightly, and emitted a low whistle, as if announcing to the enemy its thirst for blood.

Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, and his internal energy surged like a raging river through his meridians.

In an instant, he unleashed the most powerful move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique, "Heaven and Earth Live Together".

He suddenly rose into the air, his robes fluttering, like a streak of white light that instantly pierced the sky.

With the powerful enhancement of Mingyu Gong and the immense power contained in his top-grade bloodline, Shi Feiyang wielded the Heavenly Frost Blade with impenetrable precision.

The flashing blades resembled countless silver ribbons crisscrossing the air, weaving an indestructible net of death.

Wherever it went, the Embroidered Spring Blade was cut in half, and the broken pieces flew everywhere like fallen leaves in autumn.

The sharp blade energy, like a materialized dagger, swept through the air with a chilling aura.

Wherever the blade struck, the Imperial Guards were instantly cleaved in two, blood gushing from their broken bodies.

In an instant, a pitiful scream echoed through the valley, like a mournful death symphony.

Blood mist filled the air, and a thick rain of blood fell from the sky, staining everything around it a terrifying crimson.

Beneath Shi Feiyang's feet lay mangled corpses, blood gushing out and pooling on the ground into winding, crimson streams that flowed slowly toward the valley floor, leaving horrifying trails of blood in their wake—a scene of extreme gore.

Seeing Shi Feiyang's bravery, the Lian brothers, Jiaben and Jiashu, exchanged a glance, a fierce glint in their eyes.

They gripped the judge's pen tightly with both hands, their figures moving like ghosts as they unleashed the martial arts technique of "Four Pens Pointing at Eight Meridians".

Their judge's pens flew up and down, creating a flurry of shadows like countless black bats, carrying an eerie aura as they targeted Shi Feiyang's acupoints and meridians.

Shi Feiyang moved with agility, like a nimble cheetah, constantly dodging his opponent's attacks.

Each sidestep and leap narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the judge's pen.

His gaze remained unwavering, fixed on his opponent's every move, searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

Meanwhile, Peng Sizhen, Peng Siwei, and Peng Sixuan, the deputy leaders of the Central Plains Canal Gang, seeing the extremely unfavorable situation on their side, were filled with fear. Their expressions were panicked, their eyes darted around, and their steps were unsteady. Like stray dogs, they quietly slipped away from the valley while everyone was still locked in fierce combat. Their figures looked so wretched in the dim valley, like pitiful worms swallowed by darkness.

After running out of Sword Forging Valley, the three were exhausted and collapsed on the ground. They were panting heavily, their breathing heavy and rapid, like a series of dilapidated bellows on the verge of breaking down, which was particularly clear outside the silent valley.

Their faces were filled with a mixture of fear and exhaustion, and their eyes revealed the relief of surviving a disaster.

In Sword Forging Valley, after repelling a wave of Imperial Guards, Shi Feiyang's gaze swept over the Lian brothers, and his killing intent intensified.

Suddenly, he circulated his internal energy and unleashed the unpredictable "Evil Blood Calamity" divine skill from the "Sacred Heart Technique".

With a single stroke, he cleaved a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) in two, splattering blood all over Shi Feiyang. A faint blood-red light emanated from his body, seemingly possessing a life of its own, twisting and swirling in the air, emanating a chilling aura.

Shi Feiyang used blood to draw blood, and a mysterious and powerful force instantly spread out, weaving an invisible blood net in the air.

In an instant, the Lian brothers, Lian Jiaben and Lian Jiashu, along with the surrounding Imperial Guards, felt their blood and qi surge within them, as if a thousand tiny insects were wreaking havoc in their meridians. Their bodies swayed violently, like candles flickering in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Immediately afterwards, they all opened their mouths and vomited mouthfuls of blood. The blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and mixing with the previous blood. The blood on the ground became increasingly thick, resembling a sea of ​​blood.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a shooting star in the cold night, carrying a deadly light.

He roared suddenly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the valley. He raised the Heavenly Frost Blade high in his hand and unleashed the "Slaying the Mortal World" move with lightning speed.

His body spun rapidly, causing the Frostblade to trace a perfect arc. The swift and incomparably sharp blade energy, with his spin, was like a raging tornado, carrying boundless killing intent, sweeping outwards in all directions.

Immediately, a series of "crack" sounds rang out, as if countless strings of a musical instrument had snapped in an instant.

Countless heads of the Imperial Guards were sliced ​​off like ripe fruit, tracing eerie arcs in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

The headless corpses, like puppets stripped of their bones, fell to the ground with a series of thuds, raising clouds of dust.

The Lian brothers, Jiaben and Jiashu, looked at Shi Feiyang with despair in their eyes, and they also saw the end of their own fate.

Their bodies shrank rapidly under this powerful force, their life force drained away.

They coughed up their last mouthful of blood, which drifted in the air like withered petals, poignant and desperate.

Then, the two fell backward, their bodies shriveled and shrunken, resembling two monkeys dried up by time, looking utterly miserable.

At this moment, Sword Forging Valley had become a living hell, with the stench of blood permeating every inch of air, making people nauseous, as if this place was no longer the human world, but a corner of hell.

Shi Feiyang unleashed his astonishing "Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Trace" unparalleled lightness skill, his figure like a white light, accompanied by a fierce wind, instantly returning to the "Snow Source" inn inside Shanhaiguan.

He carefully untied the mysterious deerskin bag from his waist, and as the bag slowly opened, Shi Feiyang poured out the people inside one by one.

Then, Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," Xie Wen, the "Flying Eagle Detective," Shan Zhi, the "Plum Blossom Dart," Yang Xueer, Shi Xiong, and others fell to the ground silently like petals.

After landing, everyone remained upright and composed, just as they had been when Shi Feiyang gave the order. They were completely unaware of the half hour that had passed, seemingly forgotten by time, that had been hidden in the deerskin bag.

The crowd gathered around Shi Feiyang, their expressions anxious, and took turns asking eagerly, "Chief, since Sword Forging Valley is fraught with danger and fraught with peril, why don't we delay our departure a little longer and test our endurance against that scoundrel Zhong Renwang, thus waiting for him to tire himself out? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

With a gentle smile like the warm spring sun, Shi Feiyang calmly said, "Everyone, don't worry. Rest assured, there is no danger ahead." Although some doubts remained in their hearts, their brows furrowed slightly, and their eyes revealed a hint of confusion, seeing Shi Feiyang's certainty, firm words, and composed expression, as if everything was under control, they gradually relaxed, and their tense nerves eased.

Immediately, Shi Feiyang looked affectionately at Yang Xue'er beside him, slowly reached out and took her soft, boneless hand in his. The two walked hand in hand, their steps light and graceful, out of the pavilion. They passed through the winding corridors and arrived at the backyard.

In the backyard, several fine horses were strolling leisurely, swishing their tails.

Shi Feiyang gently pulled Yang Xue'er into his arms, his movements tender, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, with a light step, he leaped onto his horse, and Yang Xue'er sat down in front of him, her figure graceful.

Seeing this, the heroes followed suit and quickly mounted their horses.

With reins in hand and whips lightly flicked, the horses neighed and hooves clattered as they passed Shanhaiguan and galloped towards Liaodong.

Along the way, the early summer breeze, like a gentle maiden, softly caressed everyone's faces, bringing a touch of coolness and washing away their fatigue. The roadside flowers and grasses swayed gently in the wind, like a group of graceful dancers, joyfully performing a welcoming dance, as if greeting their arrival.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, like golden threads, casting dappled shadows and carpeting the earth with a layer of shimmering gold and silver, a scene of dreamlike beauty. Several days later, they finally arrived at Qingfeng Pavilion on Fulin Peak.

Qingfeng Pavilion is like a bright pearl, nestled amidst green hills and clear waters.

Surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, like a light veil, it resembled a fairyland, ethereal and mysterious.

The pavilions and towers are scattered in a well-organized manner, with flying eaves and brackets, like a roc spreading its wings, magnificent and imposing; the carved beams and painted rafters are colorful, showing a simple and elegant beauty. Around the pavilions and towers, flowers are in full bloom, with colorful flowers competing to bloom, red like fire, pink like the sunset, and white like snow, emitting a charming fragrance, rich and refreshing, which can make people forget all their troubles.

A clear stream flows gently past the pavilion, its waters shimmering in the sunlight like countless tiny diamonds, making a melodious sound, as if playing a beautiful piece of music, crisp and pleasant, with lingering notes.

When Su Yao, the head of Qingfeng Pavilion, heard that her daughter Yang Xue'er had returned, she was overjoyed, as if she had found a priceless treasure.

She hurriedly led the seven altar masters of Qingfeng Pavilion out to greet them.

Su Yao spotted Yang Xue'er from afar. The familiar figure came into view, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes, like glistening pearls that spilled out.

She rushed forward, her steps hurried, and hugged Yang Xue'er tightly. Her voice was slightly choked as she said, "Xue'er, my precious daughter, you're finally back. Your mother has been worried sick day and night, unable to eat or sleep. You ventured into the world alone, experiencing so many hardships and dangers, the clash of swords and shadows. It has tightened my heart, as if it were entangled by a thousand threads."

Yang Xue'er hugged her mother tightly, her eyes full of tenderness, and said softly, "Mother, your daughter has returned safely. I'm sorry to have worried you; I'm an unfilial daughter." At this moment, Su Yao noticed Yang Xue'er's slightly protruding belly, and her face immediately lit up with an extremely joyful smile.

That smile was radiant, like a profusion of flowers blooming in spring.

She gently reached out, her movements as soft as a breeze caressing flower petals, and tenderly stroked Yang Xue'er's belly. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement as she said, "Oh my, my little grandson is coming! This is truly a great blessing bestowed upon Qingfeng Pavilion by heaven, like a dazzling star descending to earth." Yang Xue'er's cheeks flushed slightly, like a shy sunset glow on the horizon, and she smiled bashfully.

That smile was full of a young woman's gentleness and sweetness.

Upon seeing this, the seven altar masters of Qingfeng Pavilion stepped forward, knelt on one knee in unison, stood tall and straight, clasped their hands in a fist, and said in unison with utmost respect, "Greetings, Young Pavilion Master!" Their voices were loud and clear, echoing throughout the courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xue'er quickly extended her hands, bowed slightly, and said urgently, "Please rise, esteemed altar masters. Xue'er has returned this time and will rely on you all for many matters. I hope you will continue to take care of me in the future."

Wang Yan, the "Master of the Blazing Altar," was the first to stand up. He was a burly man who clasped his hands in a salute and spoke in a booming voice: "Young Master has been wandering outside and has experienced many hardships. Now that you have returned safely to the Qingfeng Pavilion, it is a great joy for us. From now on, if Young Master has any requests, I, Wang Yan, will go through fire and water for you!"

His eyes were firm, exuding a heroic spirit.

"Master of the Cold Star Altar" Leng Shuang nodded slightly, her voice clear yet full of concern: "Young Master, the path of the martial world is fraught with danger. You ventured out alone, and we were always worried about you. Now that we see you safe and sound, we can finally put our minds at ease."

Her expression was stern, but her words were full of tenderness.

With a smile on his face, Feng Yi, the "Master of the Gale Altar," moved as nimbly as a swallow and said with a smile, "Young Master, you must have had many strange and wonderful experiences on your journey. In your spare time, you must tell us about them, so that we can hear about the different scenery of the martial world."

His smile is incredibly infectious, making people feel like they're basking in a warm breeze.

Lei Yao, the "Master of the Thunderclap Altar," said in a loud voice, "The return of the young master is a great blessing for Qingfeng Pavilion. From now on, Qingfeng Pavilion will surely rise like the sun in the east and become even more glorious!" His face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Lin Sen, the "Master of the Green Wood Altar," bowed and said in a gentle manner, "The young master's safe return is like a spring breeze caressing the willows, adding a touch of vitality to the Qingfeng Pavilion. I hope the young master will give me more guidance in the future affairs of the pavilion."

His demeanor exuded elegance and refinement.

"Master of the Azure Water Altar," Shui Rou, spoke softly, like a gentle stream: "Young Master, if you have any needs in the future, please feel free to give the order, and Shui Rou will do her best to serve you." Her eyes were full of loyalty and obedience.

Jin Zhan, the "Master of the Golden Light Altar," clasped his hands and said, "Young Master, we have been looking forward to your return for a long time. It is an honor to see you today."

His words were concise, powerful, and full of respect.

Then, everyone turned their attention to Shi Feiyang.

Wang Yan, the "Master of the Blazing Altar," bowed with utmost respect, saying, "Hero Shi, you have been a chivalrous and righteous man in the martial world, helping those in distress and earning widespread renown. We admire you wholeheartedly." His eyes shone with reverence.

Shi Feiyang quickly returned the greeting with a cupped hand, and said humbly, "Master Wang, you flatter me. I was merely doing my duty in accordance with my principles, nothing to boast about." His expression was gentle, showing his humility.

"Master of the Cold Star Altar" Leng Shuang also spoke up: "Master Shi, your heroic deeds are widely known in the martial arts world, and we have long heard of them. In the future, we hope that Master Shi will not hesitate to teach us, so that we can also make progress in the path of martial arts."

She bowed slightly, her attitude sincere.

Shi Feiyang responded with a smile: "Master Leng is too kind. People in the martial arts world should learn from each other and make progress together."

Other forum leaders also expressed their respect for Shi Feiyang, and Shi Feiyang responded patiently to each of them, chatting happily with everyone.

The group walked together into Qingfeng Pavilion, their laughter echoing through the picturesque setting, adding a touch of liveliness and warmth to the tranquil building. Thanks to the meticulous hospitality of Su Yao and the seven altar masters over the past few days, Shi Feiyang and the Xiong Ying heroes spent a pleasant and leisurely time in this idyllic Qingfeng Pavilion.

However, good times always pass by in the blink of an eye.

Shi Feiyang was preoccupied with the many affairs of the Xiong Ying Association, and also considered that Yang Xue'er was already six months pregnant, her body increasingly heavy, and a long journey would be detrimental to both her and the unborn child. On a bright early summer morning, soft sunlight streamed through the carved windows, casting golden patches on the floor of the room. Shi Feiyang walked with steady steps to Yang Xue'er's room.

At this moment, Yang Xueer was sitting quietly by the window, gazing at the garden outside that was full of blooming flowers.

A gentle breeze stirred her hair, and a faint sadness lingered in her eyes, like a tranquil yet melancholic lake. Shi Feiyang quietly approached her from behind, his movements gentle, as if afraid to disturb the peace. He said softly, "Xue'er, I've been thinking that tomorrow I will lead the brothers to Qingluan Peak to conduct a surprise inspection of the disciples of our Xiong Ying Society's Liaodong Qingluan Peak branch. You are currently pregnant, and the journey would be too arduous for you. I would like you to stay here in Qingfeng Pavilion to rest and recuperate. What do you think?"

His voice was deep and gentle, full of concern and love.

Yang Xue'er slowly turned her head, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, already brimming with tears. She gently bit her lower lip, her voice slightly choked: "Feiyang, I know what you say is absolutely right, but the thought of parting from you soon makes my heart feel as if it has been emptied out, leaving me feeling so empty. I really can't bear to let you go." As she spoke, tears streamed down her fair cheeks like broken beads.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang felt a pang of heartache.

He gently reached out and tenderly wiped away her tears with his fingertips, comforting her, "Xue'er, don't be sad. After you give birth smoothly, we will return to the Jiangnan headquarters together and live a peaceful life. For now, you stay here, and your mother-in-law and the other altar masters will take good care of you, so I can focus on my work outside. After the baby is born, I will stay by your side and never be separated again."

His words were firm yet warm, like a warm current flowing into Yang Xueer's heart.

Yang Xueer nodded slightly. Although she was reluctant to part with him, she knew that her husband's decision was for her and the baby in her womb.

Then, filled with respect, Shi Feiyang walked steadily toward Su Yao's residence.

Stepping into that tranquil and serene courtyard, a gentle breeze blows, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

From afar, he saw Su Yao sitting peacefully in the pavilion, gently waving a round fan in her hand, her expression serene. Shi Feiyang quickened his pace, his expression solemn, and respectfully approached Su Yao. He bowed slightly, kneeling on one knee, his movements fluid and sincere.

Shi Feiyang slowly untied the mysterious deerskin bag from his waist. The bag had a rustic luster from the wear and tear of time, as if it carried countless stories.

His eyes were focused and devout as he gently reached into his bag and took out ten gold bricks.

Under the gentle caress of the sunlight, the gold bricks shimmered with dazzling light, making one's eyes sparkle.

Shi Feiyang raised the gold brick high with both hands, his arms straight, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he were both excited and nervous.

He raised his head, looking firmly at Su Yao, and said sincerely, "Mother-in-law, Xue'er's safe return this time is entirely due to your earnest guidance and the meticulous protection of everyone in Qingfeng Pavilion. These ten gold bricks are not enough to repay even a fraction of your kindness, but they are my sincere token of gratitude. Xue'er is kind, gentle, and exceptionally intelligent. To be able to marry her is truly the greatest blessing of my life, Shi Feiyang."

As Shi Feiyang spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Su Yao, filled with gratitude and respect.

Upon seeing this, Su Yao's originally peaceful face was instantly filled with surprise and relief.

Her eyes widened slightly, a soft light shimmering within them, and the corners of her mouth quickly turned up, blossoming into a radiant smile as bright as spring flowers.

She quickly got up and moved so lightly that she almost ran to Shi Feiyang's side.

Su Yao reached out and gently helped Shi Feiyang up, holding his arms with both hands and applying slight pressure, as if to convey her care and acceptance through her hands.

She looked at Shi Feiyang with a beaming smile and said, "My dear son-in-law, please rise. You're making me feel too ashamed. It's truly a blessing for Xue'er to marry you. You've earned your reputation for helping the needy and upholding justice in the martial world, and you're also incredibly loving towards Xue'er. As her mother-in-law, I'm overjoyed and have no reason to accept such a generous gift. You should take back this gold brick quickly; our Qingfeng Pavilion has never lacked such material possessions." As Su Yao spoke, her eyes were full of affection, like the warm spring sun, warming Shi Feiyang's heart.

Shi Feiyang persisted, bowing deeply once more, his forehead almost touching the ground.

He slowly straightened up, his eyes firm and resolute, and said, "Mother-in-law, this is far more than any material possession; it is a token of my filial piety. If you do not accept it, I will feel uneasy. From now on, whatever you ask of me, I will go through fire and water without hesitation." As Shi Feiyang spoke, his lips were tightly closed and trembled slightly, revealing his inner excitement and determination.

Seeing his sincerity, Su Yao was moved, and her eyes reddened slightly.

She sighed softly, a helpless yet loving smile on her face. She slowly reached out and accepted the gold brick, her fingers gently stroking its surface, feeling the weight of this token of her affection.

Su Yao looked at Shi Feiyang again, her eyes full of praise and affection for her son-in-law, and said, "Good, good, good, I accept this kind gesture from my son-in-law." At this moment, Su Yao's eyes showed both the recognition of an elder for a younger generation and the appreciation of this filial piety.

Then, Shi Feiyang turned around and led the heroes of Xiong Ying into the courtyard. Yang Xue'er was already waiting there, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Shi Feiyang walked to her side, gently took her hand, and said tenderly, "Xue'er, take good care of yourself and wait for my return."

Yang Xue'er nodded slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, and said softly, "Be careful in everything you do, I'll wait for you."

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang bid farewell to Su Yao and the seven altar masters one by one, and everyone wished each other well.

Shi Feiyang mounted his horse and gave the order, and the heroes spurred their horses and galloped towards Qingluan Peak.

The early summer breeze, like a gentle fairy, softly caresses everyone's faces, bringing a touch of coolness that seems to dispel all the heat of the world.

Wildflowers bloomed freely by the roadside, red like fire, pink like the sunset, white like snow, a riot of colors vying for attention, adding vitality and life to the journey. In the distance, the mountains stretched endlessly, shrouded in mist, like a breathtaking landscape painting slowly unfolding, dreamlike and captivating. Before long, they arrived at Qingluan Peak.

Qingluan Peak boasts stunning scenery, resembling a fairyland on earth. Its towering peaks pierce the clouds like a sharp sword, surrounded by lush green trees, creating a verdant ocean.

The birdsong rose and fell, clear and melodious, as if playing a beautiful natural symphony.

The Liaodong Qingluan Peak branch of the Xiong Ying Society is nestled amidst these green hills and clear waters.

The arrival of Shi Feiyang and his group immediately enlivened the branch headquarters.

Upon hearing the news, branch leader Li Chenfeng hurriedly led his disciples to welcome them.

He strode up to Shi Feiyang, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Your subordinate, Li Chenfeng, the branch leader of Qingluan Peak, along with the branch disciples, respectfully welcomes the esteemed leader!" Shi Feiyang smiled and gestured for everyone to rise. He then carefully inspected the branch disciples' training, supplies, and daily operations. After the inspection, Shi Feiyang was very satisfied with the branch's condition.

He walked up to Li Chenfeng, his eyes filled with admiration, and said with a smile, "Sect Leader Li, this surprise inspection of the Qingluan Peak branch really impressed me. The disciples are well-trained and disciplined, and all matters are arranged in an orderly manner, which shows your excellent management and painstaking efforts."

Upon hearing this, Li Chenfeng was flattered and quickly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "You flatter me, Chief. This is all thanks to the concerted efforts of all the brothers. It is a great honor for our Qingluan Peak branch to receive your praise."

Shi Feiyang patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Keep up this enthusiasm and rigor. The future development of Xiong Ying Society in Liaodong will depend on you." Li Chenfeng was so excited that his face turned red, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Rest assured, Grand Master, I will do my best and live up to your expectations!"

After leaving Qingluan Peak, Shi Feiyang led the heroes towards Eagle Beak Rock.

The early summer sun, like a golden veil, gently falls on Eagle Beak Rock.

A gentle breeze, carrying a touch of coolness, meandered among the rocks, stirring the hearts of everyone present.

Eagle Beak Rock is situated in a treacherous location. The mountain peak resembles a sharp eagle's beak, piercing the sky. Surrounded by steep cliffs and craggy rocks, it possesses a unique and majestic landscape due to its ruggedness.

At the foot of the mountain, a crystal-clear stream flows gently, its waters shimmering in the sunlight, like a river of shattered silver. Along the stream, lush green trees provide shade, their branches and leaves forming giant green umbrellas that shelter this land from the heat.

When they arrived, Lin Wanqing, the leader of the Eagle Beak Rock branch of the Xiong Ying Society, had already received the news and was waiting at the entrance of the branch.

Lin Wanqing, holding the baby, still maintained her graceful figure, exuding gentleness and elegance.

The moment she saw Shi Feiyang, tears welled up in her eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

She rushed forward and threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms, sobbing, "Feiyang, you've finally come! My child and I have been waiting for you for so long."

Shi Feiyang hugged her tightly, his eyes full of tenderness and love, and said softly, "Madam, I'm back. Thank you for your hard work."

Upon seeing this, the heroes of Xiong Ying clapped and cheered for the couple who had a child together, and their cheers echoed through the valley of Eagle Beak Rock for a long time.

In the tranquil Eagle's Beak Rock, Lin Wanqing showed great consideration for Shi Feiyang.

She was busy in the kitchen all day, personally preparing all kinds of delicious food for Shi Feiyang.

Her slender hands danced nimbly around the stove, carefully preparing each dish. "Feiyang, try this new dish I made. You've been traveling for so long, you need to nourish yourself properly." Lin Wanqing placed a plate of delicious-looking food in front of Shi Feiyang with a beaming smile.

Shi Feiyang picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, praising, "Wanqing, your cooking skills are becoming more and more exquisite. This taste is unforgettable."

Upon hearing of the arrival of the Grand Master, the disciples of the Eagle Beak Rock branch sprang into action.

They ventured deep into the mountains and forests, hunting down countless rare birds.

The disciples, with simple smiles on their faces, handed over the captured rare birds to the kitchen.

"It's a rare occasion for the Grand Master to visit our branch, so we must let him taste our local delicacies."

"Yes, we must give the Grand Master and all the heroes a proper welcome."

In the kitchen, everyone worked together to carefully cook the rare birds.

Every day, a variety of delicious dishes are laid out on the table.

The heroes of Xiong Ying sat together, feasting and enjoying this rare treat. "This taste is absolutely amazing! I've been traveling the martial world for so long, and I've never tasted anything this good." "Indeed, it's truly delightful to be at Eagle's Beak Rock." The group ate while praising the food endlessly.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes strolled along Eagle's Beak Rock, enjoying the beauty of early summer.

"Chief, I feel much more relaxed, both physically and mentally, here at Eagle's Beak Rock," Xie Wen said with emotion.

Shi Feiyang smiled and said, "Yes, it's rare for us江湖儿女 (people of the martial arts world) to have such a peaceful and leisurely time."

At this moment, Lin Wanqing walked over carrying the child, and Shi Feiyang reached out to gently tease the child, who giggled.

The heartwarming scene of the family drew envious smiles from the surrounding crowd.

At Eagle's Beak Rock, the disciples of the Liaodong branch of the Xiong Ying Society are as close as family, taking care of and supporting each other.

They train together, work together, and protect this land, enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony.

Time flows by like a gentle stream, quietly passing by for over a month.

One day, a carrier pigeon from the Bozhou branch of the Xiong Ying Society, like a black lightning bolt, streaked across the sky and flew straight to Eagle Beak Rock.

Its wings fluttered, and with a hint of urgency, it landed steadily on Shi Feiyang's shoulder.

Shi Feiyang looked solemn as he gently removed the secret message from the carrier pigeon's leg.

Unfolding the letter, one sees hastily written words that reveal anxiety: the war situation in Bozhou is becoming increasingly dire. Without the support of the Xiong Ying Society, the imperial troops are like wilted eggplants, retreating steadily. Yang Yinglong's rebel army, like a surging tide, is unstoppable, conquering cities and seizing territory with overwhelming force. Meanwhile, innocent civilians are trapped in the flames of war, suffering terribly, as if in dire straits.

Upon hearing the news, Miao Menlong, the "Divine Archer," frowned deeply. He strode to Shi Feiyang, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Chief, given the current situation, it seems we will have to go to Bozhou again to provide assistance. This mission is arduous. Would you please trouble Brother Xie Wen to make the trip back to the Jiangnan headquarters as soon as possible, gather the brothers from all sides, and head to Bozhou together to fight the rebels?" Miao Menlong's words were earnest, his eyes filled with worry about the situation.

Shi Feiyang tilted his head slightly, gazing intently into the distance. After a moment of contemplation, he chuckled and said, “Brother Miao, this matter cannot be rushed. Think about it: in the past, we devoted all our efforts and enthusiastically assisted the court in suppressing rebellions, but what was the result? The court treated us coldly, and once the war was won, they turned their backs on us and tried every means to suppress our Xiong Ying Society. If we go there rashly, we may repeat the same mistakes.”

Shi Feiyang's words were calm yet powerful, stirring up waves in everyone's hearts.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "What the Grand Master says is absolutely right. However, the people of Bozhou are suffering from the ravages of war. As heroes of the martial world, we take it upon ourselves to uphold justice. How can we sit idly by? If we do not take action now, wouldn't we disappoint the people of the world?"

Xie Wen's gaze was firm, but his expression was anxious, clearly showing his concern for the safety of the people.

Xiang Kun, the "Iron Flute Scholar," gently stroked the iron flute in his hand and said leisurely, "Brother Xie's words are not without reason, but the court is fickle and we must be wary. If we go this time, we must make a clear agreement with the court to ensure that we will have no worries after the Battle of Xiong Ying. Otherwise, if we go rashly, we may bring trouble upon ourselves."

Xiang Kun spoke calmly, yet his reasoning was clear and his analysis was logical and well-reasoned.

"Plum Blossom Darts" Shan Zhi, a straightforward man, said loudly, "Who cares about the court? We're doing what's right. What are we afraid of? Let's save the people from their suffering first, and we'll deal with the rest later!" Shan Zhi clenched his fists, his face full of indignation, looking eager to try.

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, and the debate raged on.

Shi Feiyang raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and said, “What everyone has said makes sense. But for now, let’s go to the Guifeng Mountain branch first. Liu Dayou and Qin Yuanyao’s child must have been born by now. Let’s go and congratulate them, and at the same time discuss our countermeasures. Let’s not forget that our Xiong Ying Society is where it is today because of Brother Liu Dayou’s suggestion. It’s only natural to be grateful. As for the matter of Bozhou, let’s discuss it at a later time.”

Shi Feiyang's words were calm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

After hearing this, everyone nodded.

(End of this chapter)